10 pulp mill. Grizzlies are certainly less P agès, who had had his face slapped by dangerous than the tabloids that are a one-arllled Pathé Journal man, M. printed from paper pulp. Marin, prociaillled in loud tones that Of course it is our ill fortune always he would challenge any of the Pathé to see both sides of every for c est 0 a due 1, :s :m : : t;r :::.. ".; iqH I' n C r U ' tion and Preservation ofW:::\, t f:.:: man who had only Alaska Brown and Grizzly ........ lø,þ"" :: :' one arm. vVhile a :s: : ::2 : t ;: 4 .,.. 0IU y 0: : :: e != using paper in their cam _ '* ) (:;- ....:..::: ).:::;;:.:;t:::::::::+..,:: ".:.::..:: ,..:':: ;::::: > .:$aWi {::}::6í . . ......:.:.:,;:;:::: de r, M. P é c u n e, : !:: l: î; g-. S;: - .,<< t n t : p : cations on parchment, pre- :. :., .: ..:.:.:.:.:;.:.:)<<;':::<<:: Gandhi, told later ferably made from the hides of sheep about the cause of the disturbance, swore especially killed for the purpose by off call1eras for good. The movie grizzly bears. You see? \Ve're no companies, after a few desultory at- good in any cause. Too open-lllinded. telllpts to make more pictures, shrugged their shoulders and prepared to film the illlpending duel between their head lllen, plans for which include flood- lights in the Bois de Boulogne and two trucks frolll each cOlllpany. Safe and Sound S EVERAL young whippersnappers spending a day in Canada last week had only a few dollars to get them back to New Jersey, yet they felt they must smuggle in something. The cheapest itelll un what they thought was a wine list was Perrier at thirty- five cents a bottle. They bought a dozen bottles, hid them under baggage on the floor of their autolllobile, wor- rIed a good bit, and got through the customs without a challenge. Affair of Honor A CLIPPER ship just in frolll the Old \V orld brings us news of the stirring fight the French newsreel lllen had over Gandhi when the Mahatllla was in Paris. It seelllS that the COlll- lllittee on Arrangelllents sold the ex- clusive rights of recording Gandhi's speech to the Pathé Journal, a local French sound-reel outfit. Two other companies, Fox and Paralllount, found themselves out in the cold. Half an hour before the speech, however, these two cOlllpanies got, frOlll a lllelllber of Gandhi's official party, perlllission to lllake pictures, and they set up their call1eras hastily in a balcony of the au- ditoriulll while the Pathé lllen were at lunch. The scene when the Pathé Journal lllen returned to the hall and found that the rival COlll panies not only were ensconced but were using Pathé J our- nal's arcs was exciting in the best French tradition. In the midst of the brawl, Gandhi began his speech. Just a'3 he did so, a Fox lllan, 1\;1. Jean Honorable Pictures K UNIYOSHI, the Japanese painter, re- cently went back to Japan to show the hOlllefolks his pictures. He had been away for twenty-four years. The return was lllade under the auspices of a daily newspaper in Osaka. Kuniyoshi has written friends here that he was accL1Ìllled in Osaka and Tokio, but that he had a little trou- ble. Most of his canvases are nudes and before his shows opened the lo- cal priests, acting as censors, solelllnly exalllined the paintings. They didn't keep the naughty pictures out of the shows-just covered up parts of them with chalk, he says. After tile Ball ABOUT two o'clock the other .l1.. morning we looked in on the Greenwich Village Ball in \Vebster Hall. \Ve had just left Russ Colulll- bo crooning softly to the slow dancers on the floor of the Waldorf's elegant Elllpire ROOlll; our fat capitalistic paunch was full of pâté de foie gras and our tarnished old soul dripped . h . h 1 " y ' WIt mlcrop one ove. ou re lllY everything," Mr. Colulllbo had whis- pered into his little alllplifier, his lips parted ever so slightly, his eyes half closed in Latin ardor, his Adalll's apple sliding in and out of his wing collar like a check-valve. The kaleidoscope spot had shillllllered across the faces JANUARY 2.3, I , 32. and low backs of the dancers, decorulll and desire tilting everywhere in the room. Webster Hall was surrounded l?y a ring of taxis a mile long. At the door, little groups of gate-crashers slunk about, drunk but hopeful. Inside, the fallliliar Webster Hall smell came drift- ing to llleet us: sudden illness and old lllerrilllent. Here also the kaleido- scope lights were going purple blue green yellow on the faces, the Villa- gers at play. A young man in a Palm Beach suit sat upright in a straight- back chair, fast asleep. In the centre of the floor the fast-tillle couples whirled, around the edges the slower couples eddied, and near the walls the couples from w hOlll all foot-motion had departed stood, clasping each other in the dimly elllbarrassed, dilllly ecstat- ic attitudes of public dalliance. An inspector's tin badge shone pleasantly, on the pleasant breast of the inspector, who was in sober good hUlllor at the prospect of supervising the disintegra- tion of ladies' costullles. In one cor- ner, a slllall blonde had set up a private stag line of her own, and was happily sublllitting to the orderly rotation of fi ve sodden collegians, who took turns hanging on to her. Through the crowded forlllations of ringside onlook- ers, a curious gentlelllan in tails chart- ed a slow and unsteady course, his high white collar gradually rising clear of his shirt like the sun cOllling up over a hill. The Negro orchestra had estab- lished a norlll of noise and rhythlll, from which there was little deviation. People were having a good tillle, every lllan for hilllseif. Squiring a dark beauty, we circled the floor llladly with her once, and gave her over to a lllan who had taken off his shoes. Then, full of weariness at both hotel dancing and hall dancing, we walked hOllle, played a gavotte on the pianoforte, bowed to an illlaginary lady in crino- line, and went sadly to bed. Iron Fist A BOOK is cOllling out on Hitler. The publisher has been worried for fear Herr Hitler lllight be killed be- fore the date of publication-death-in- proof being one of the many lllatters that publishers apd editors lie awake nights over. This particular publisher was sufficiently worried, or sufficiently businesslike, to take out insurance on Hitler's life. He was turned down by several Alllerican cOlllpanies, but fin- ally got Lloyd's to sell hilll a five-thou-